Magic, Mayhem, and My Misplaced Soulmate

Previously

…It was the very bird she had lost at the ritual site, the one she had imbued with a fragment of her magic. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer emanated from it, a pulse of familiar energy, a beacon of hope in the oppressive hall. Elara. She was reaching out. A surge of determination coursed through Lyra. Elara was coming. She just needed to hold on. A faint, almost inaudible melody seemed to weave through the air, a silent song only she could hear, a promise of rescue. Hold on. Resist. Look for the songbird. Lyra’s lips curved into a subtle, secret smile. Elara had sent her message. And Lyra, with her heart ablaze, would be ready.